Goodnight friends! Clearing skies and cool winds, pale coppery sunlight filtering through thick layers of clouds and leaves. Canopies and meadows alike thicken and burst with the alternating sun and rain, smelling of overripe fertility. Growth is becoming ever more voluptuous, and with it ever more uncanny. Green acorns are already being warped by gall wasps, scaled and scabby or swollen into glossy grape-like spheres, leaves encrusted with rusty fungal blotches, life overrunning life in a pellmell struggle.
Not so sore as yestetday but still finding myself again physically flagging but creatively active and engaged – casting myself down, of my body into the minute manageable world of studies and character art, a far more rewarding way to lose time than the leaden fugues I’ve become more accustomed to the past few years. Feeling excited and youthful, imperfect companions for trying to fix my sleep schedule.
May we find balance and calm equilibrium today!
